And you, Billy? And
Rosythe--come, pile in."
"I have to wait for the missus," said the critic. "We have a date."
"Vell, said T-S, and he went up close. "You do me a favor, Rosythe;
don't say nuttin' about dis fellow Carpenter tonight. I feed him and
git him feelin' good, and den I make a contract vit him, and I give
you a front page telegraph story, see?"
"All right," said the critic.
"Mum's de vord now," said the magnate; and he waddled out, and the
two caryatids lifted the flesh-mountain, and half carried it to the
elevator, and Mary walked with Carpenter, and I brought up the rear.
The car of T-S was waiting at the door, and this car is something
special. It is long, like a freight-car, made all of shining
gun-metal, or some such material; the huge wheels are of solid
metal, and the fenders are so big and solid, it looks like an
armored military car. There is an extra wheel on each side, and two
more locked on to the rear. There is a chauffeur in uniform, and a
footman in uniform, just to open the doors and close them and salute
you as you enter.
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